Page 7 of Miles
“Whatever,” I mumble under my breath, going back to my phone. It’s a damn short ride to the airport, so I don’t know why he’s bothering with taking anything out.
When our vehicle turns down the road heading toward the casino, my expression twists in confusion. “We have to make two pit stops—one at the hotel, and the other at the casino.” That explains why he has time to work and the urgency.
The trip to the casino is fast, but then we stop at the hotel and Miles meets with two women outside the hotel. Both are gorgeous women, and the one in red laced heels obviously can’t help but touch his arm twice. I can feel my body shift with tension as they speak. It feels like an eternity.
When he finally returns to the limo, I have to hold my tongue because I’m not anything but the bratty godsister, and I have no right to be jealous even though my entire soul is burning.
“Did she think flirting with you would get a better deal on the booking?” my father asks, seeing the same thing I did.
“I don’t know, but I warned her that one more touch and I’d cancel the wedding reception,” he states.
“Wedding? You’re getting married?” I question, nearly dropping my phone.
“Not anytime soon,” my dad answers.
Miles looks at him strangely and then speaks. “The hotel hosts wedding receptions, and the client wants hers there. Although, if that’s the way she behaves, I’m not sure she’ll make it to the altar.”
Unable to come up with a witty response, I nod and sit back with my eyes closed, waiting for the driver to just get us to the airport. It feels like an eternity before we finally arrive and board the plane. Once we are seated, I take a spot far away from him and lay my head back.
“Are you excited to see your cousins?”
“Yes,” I answer my mom. “We have some plans to hang out today and visit a couple of shops before the barbecue tomorrow.”
“Good. Just stay together and safe.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s Steeleville. The place is like a fortress.”
“Yes, but you know how they are.”
“Exactly, and that’s why I’m sure we’ll be more than safe. Half the town are Riders, and the other half know to keep their hands off of us.” It’s been easy to stay single even though I’m nineteen when there are beastly guards lurking. Uncle Blade is just as bad as my dad. My only boyfriend, if you could call him that, was Jacob. He asked me out two weeks before prom. We went out like five times, but it was always supervised by my father’s loyal spies, and nothing happened.
Jacob took me to prom, and everything was going great until the middle of the night. I started to feel lightheaded. He pulled me off to a corner of the room and became a little too physical. I told him I needed to use the bathroom. Snagging my drink and purse, I used my special test strips, and I realized he drugged it. So, I texted my mother, and before I knew it, I was whisked away moments later and taken home. I didn’t see Jacob again.
“Don’t take that for granted, Elsa. There are creeps who always have something to prove.”
“I won’t. It’s not like I’m careless.”
“I know.” She smiles and takes my hand, giving it a squeeze. “You’re always so considerate and wise. It’s like I’ve been raising an adult since you were ten, but that doesn’t mean I don’t worry. The boys are just like your father, which is another kind of headache.” She rolls her eyes. My oldest brother runs the hotel with Miles, but he isn’t coming this weekend because he has a meeting in Europe.
When we land, my uncle picks us up and Cyber picks up Miles. Finally, we have a break from Miles and I can breathe. I spend the day with my family, and it’s so much fun. Tomorrow before the barbecue we are going out shopping all day.
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We bought too much and our bags are heavy, so we load them into the trunk of Missy’s hybrid. “Girl, I am having way too much fun, but we should get back because I know they’re going to be looking for us.”
“Relax. My daddy knows where I’m at, and I’m sure your dad knows where you are. Besides, the party doesn’t start for an hour, and we don’t want to be the first ones there.”
“Of course he does, but still.”
“Does it have to do with your hot godbrother because, I mean, that guy is intense?”
“It has nothing to do with him,” I insist, lying to myself.
“Girl, you’re lying,” Missy says.
“We know you’ve had a crush on him for like forever,” her younger sister Erica says.
“Come on, we all know that.”
